Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Somalia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Black Bananas to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Patti Smith. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Crooked Eye,
Bauhaus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
The Dead C,
Los Fastidios,
Johnny Clarke,
Dawn Penn,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
E-Dancer,
The Moleskins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Nick Fraelich,
The Beau Brummels,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
The Fuzztones,
Iggy Pop,
Eden Ahbez,
Aural Exciters,
Joensuu 1685,
Fluxion,
Bill Wells,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Divine Comedy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Mad Mike,
Mr. Review,
John Foxx,
In Retrospect,
Inner City,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
Janne Schatter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Harmonia,
James Chance & The Contortions,
L. Decosne,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Charles Mingus,
Delon & Dalcan,
Icehouse,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
Gabor Szabo,
Carl Craig,
Black Sheep,
Boz Scaggs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.